Day 2

September 25 - Life is a highway, I want to "drive" it all night long...

After leaving the B & B, we set out for the old rail line that runs alongside the ocean. It was a little misty and foggy but still great to be off the tarmac. The big Strom was not a fan of the dirt but Zack manhandled the beast into submission. Jason and Kelsow spied an old abandoned house that looked like a great place for photos. Jim and Zack continued on.

All four encountered a trail groomer/mower and had to get around it. The driver (rider?) was kind enough to move to one side so that we could pass him, with only a minor issue being that the blade side of the rig was facing up and toward us. Perhaps that's why it is called a groomer? A little off the sides please. With the rain still coming down, Zack decided he had enough of the big Strom in the mud so both he and Jason decided to run on the roads while Jim and Kelsow stayed on the old railbed.

We all met in Inverness and were getting hungry. Instead of eating there, we decided to keep going to the beautiful town of Chéticamp where the offerings would be better. Jim had mentioned that Wabo's pizza was good. The only problem was a local family was taking up all of the seats in the restaurant. Merde! We decided to try another place en bas de la rue. The new restaurant had plenty of seats for 4 hungry bikers.

It was later in the day at this point so we decided to find some accommodations. We asked around and were told Chéticamp would be the best option but if we proceeded on we might find an open B & B or the hostel in Pleasant Bay. Having our fill of B & B honeymoon suites, we decided to rent a cottage in Chéticamp, unload the bikes and go play in the Cabot Trail.

It was in this town that we were schooled on the difference between a "rider" and a "driver". It seems as if the person at the handlebars "drives" the motorcycle whereas the passenger "rides" the motorcycle. All of these years, we were wrong in thinking that you "ride" a motorcycle. Not so much it seems.

Having been educated in the error of our ways, we will be contacting the following musicians to offer up lyrical corrections:

Rush - Ghost Rider: "Keep on *riding* North and West...Haunting that wilderness road...Like a ghost rider". Geddy, we know that you are a musical genius but please change it to "drive".

Neil Young - Unknown Legend: "Somewhere on a desert highway...She *rides* a Harley-Davidson". Neil, love the tune but until you fix the word, I'll have to remove it from my iPod.

Arlo Guthrie - The Motorcycle Song: "I don't want a pickle...Just want to *ride* on my motorsickle". Arlo, my good man, can I offer you a piece of advice?